At six, she's learning to read. I mean she can actually sound out all kinds of words and already knows about a hundred sight words. Six. What a blessing she has been to my life. I find it so bizarre to try to articulate this feeling of a little tiny girl who saved my life; who taught me so very much; who introduced me to a child of God, myself. She's stinking cute....and smart.... and altogether amazing. I'm not exactly sure why or how I got to be her mommy, but I sure am grateful. We did cupcakes galore... for school, for party with friends, for party with family. We ate a lot of cupcakes. We had an enjoyable time.
Already I feel her beginning to pull away from me and assert her independence. I already see her holding hands and giggling with little girls that I didn't introduce her to. I already see her lift her chin in a defiant gaze and know that she needs to be right...to make decisions by herself. I'm trying to let her. I already see a glimpse of the woman she will be become, of the girl she once was, and the girl she's rapidly turning into. I'm so proud of her. She's a special little soul. Everyone she encounters recognizes that special quality in her. They're drawn to her. I pray that she'll continue to be brave, and strong, and always see her value. I hope that even in her darkest hours, she can feel the tugs of the Spirit on her heart strings. I'm amazed at how much of an impact one little six-year-old can have on me... on the world. What a joy it is to be her mommy.
Though we had a wonderful time, it would be a lie to say I didn't shed a few tears. I know that dad was with us, but it was heart breaking to celebrate her mortal life without him here in the flesh. His absence is so poignant, so tangible. It's remarkable what this life has to offer. It's brutiful to celebrate her life while also mourning his death.
Happy birthday little girl. I hope that life is always everything you want it to be. I love you. I'm proud of you. I think you're remarkable.
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